Page 44 of Depraved Desires

Right as I was preparing my shirt to tug it over my head, he grabbed my arm, causing me to drop the piece of clothing and spun me around to face him. His gaze peered into my own, a desperation in them I’d never seen him possess before. In this moment, he looked sincere. Then again, he always looked sincere. I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t when it came to him.

Taking another step toward me, his hand moved to grip my neck. My breath stuttered out from the intimacy, and my heart rate increased. “Idolike you. I’m just in a complicated situation,” he whispered right before lowering his mouth to mine.

It took me a second to register what was happening, but I quickly returned it, our breaths mingling together as one and the softness of his lips against mine sent chills down my spine. Rocky’s other hand moved to grip my waist, tugging me flush against his body. If he cared that I was still soaking wet, he didn’t show it. Instead, his kisses grew more frantic, and his grip on me tightened. My arms wound around his neck, and I tugged him against me even tighter, leaving no space between our bodies.

He started moving, walking me backward toward the bed until my calves stopped further movement and then he broke the kiss, our chests heaving as we worked to catch our breath.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered against my lips.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

That was the only confirmation he needed as he helped lower me onto the bed and then ripped his shirt from his body, displaying his beautiful olive skin and blocky abs before his hands drifted down to his jeans and he popped the buttonfollowed by the zipper. Shoving his jeans down his legs, he stepped out of them and then his boxers were next.

My eyes practically bulged out of my head as I took in his lengthy cock that housed a variety of different piercings. I’d never been with anyone who was pierced down there before, that the thought of a condom covering them up, dulling the feel of them, didn’t sound appealing in the slightest. I’d just have to make an exception. Just this once.

“Hurry up,” I ordered, my body coming to life in ways it hasn’t in a very long time.

His lips tilted into a boyish smirk, causing his dimple to become more prominent. “What about a condom?” he questioned. At least he believed in protection.

“Just pull out.” I needed to feeleverythingwith zero restrictions.

To my surprise, he nodded and positioned himself between my legs, his mouth finding my inner thigh, causing me to jump in surprise from the feel of it. My lip parted as his tongue snaked out and he started licking a trail from my thigh to between my legs.

When he was exactly where he wanted to be, he planted his mouth against my mound, his hot breath already making me wet. He groaned and flicked my clit with his tongue, his fingertips digging into my hips as he rocked me toward his awaiting mouth. A series of sighs escaped me, my hands clutching the sheets on either side of me as he feasted.

“I’ve been wanting to taste you since I first laid eyes on you,” he admitted right before plunging his tongue inside me, a moan slipping free as my back arched from pleasure.

“Fuck,” I hissed out between pants.

Heat spread through my body like wildfire, the feeling almost too much. The way he worked his mouth was enough to tell me he was experience. His bruising grip on my hips caused enoughpain to keep me satiated. I wantedmore. I wanted him to slap me, to choke me, to make mebleed. It was what I’ve been missing, what I’ve beenneeding.

“Tighter on the hips,” I forced out breathlessly, my body shaking with every stroke of his tongue.

Rocky didn’t disappoint, gripping me so hard around the waist, pain sparked beneath his touch, making me that much hotter, that much wetter. He kept working his magic, every lap of my center bringing me closer and closer to the edge until I was unraveling and muttering out a series of incoherent curses.

Loosening his grip around me, he sucked me clean, leaving my legs a trembling mess. When he pulled back, hunger took over his gaze, dilating his pupils. My release was smeared all over his mouth, but that didn’t seem to deter him as he climbed on top of me, centering himself at my entrance.

“Ready?” he questioned, though it seemed to take him a lot of restraint to wait for my response if his arms shaking on either side of my head were anything to go by.

I nodded, reaching forward, and trailing my nails along either side of his ribs, causing him to shudder. He blew out a breath before sinking himself inside me, his thick member stretching me along the way.

“Fucking shit,” he growled once he was seated all the way inside me. The cold metal of his piercings felt foreign, but not in a bad way.

Not bothering to be gentle, he started moving his hips at an abrupt speed, his piercings brushing along the center of me and rubbing against my clit. My mouth parted in shock from the new feeling and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. This was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“You’re so goddamn tight, Aspen.” The words spilled through clenched teeth, the compliment only inflating my ego.

“Harder,” I demanded, wrapping my arms around his torso. My fingernails bit into the skin of his back, his body reacting to my touch in the best ways, letting me know that I was equally in control.

Reaching forward, he grabbed me by the throat like he could see into my soul and knew about all my darkest fantasies. In one quick motion, he slammed into me, forcing an unexpected scream from my throat. Our heavy breathing filled the room as he continued his pace, my back arching off the bed with every thrust. He was hitting a spot inside me that no one had ever managed to reach before, the feeling different, but so fucking euphoric.

“You feel so good,” I blurted out, caught up in the heat of the moment, my eyes watering from pleasure alone.

His eyes peered into my own, his grip tightening around my throat as he drove into me over and over again. My air flow was easily cut off, causing any further sounds to get lodged in my throat as I fought for oxygen, but that only turned me on more. My hands wound in his hair, right before I tugged, ripping his head backwards, a hiss of pain leaving him.

In retaliation, his hand tightened further around my throat, and I knew bruises would probably already be forming there. That knowledge alone made me want to bait him more. I trusted Rocky, and knew he’d never do anything to actually hurt me. With one hand I pulled his hair as hard as I could manage, while digging my nails into his back with my other, using the same brutality.

His grip immediately loosened around my throat, a growl leaving him in the process. “You really want to play this game?” he challenged, malice swimming through his green irises.

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